Maybe childhood angst still lives in us, and the best we can do is smother it under cold distance or fake smiles or deep breathes, under a facade of maturity because we are now adults who drive our own cars, buy groceries, make our beds, work for money, kiss our new lover goodnight, protect our hearts, and masquerade in our masks so the masses will think we are perfectly fine, okay, and maybe even happy.


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